you are empty.
you stare up at a sky full of stars,
but you can't string them into constellations.
you are restrained.
someone has put your mind in shackles,
and refuses to grant you freedom.
you are silent.
you stare at the vacant page,
wishing your buzzing yet blank thoughts
would build universes that fill others with joy.
but they can't.
writers block, am i right?
YOU ARE READING
Words Left Unsaid
Poetrybook i have to write for school mostly vent poetry or other stuff trigger warnings possible
